"I am not like most women; I can't
do things by halves; I can't temporize with vital things; I prefer
to experiment, even blindly. I used to think I was born to rule,
but I think now that a woman's only happiness lies in serving; and
I used to believe I was contented, when all the time I was waiting
for something and didn't know it. Don't be silly now; you're just
like every other man."
"I can't pretend to misunderstand you, although--Listen!" He cut
his words short. "Here comes some one."
She turned her head, as from the direction their mounts had taken
came the sound of approaching hoots.
"Natives from the hills." She nodded carelessly toward the purple
mountains back of them. But the next moment she gave a little gasp
of consternation. Out from the overhung path, with a great
rustling of leaves, came, not the expected flea-bitten Panama
horse, but a familiar bay, astride of which was Stephen Cortlandt.
He was leading Marquis and Gyp by their bridles, and reined in at
sight of his wife and her companion.
"Hello!" he said. "I caught your horses for you."
"Jove! That's lucky!" Kirk greeted the husband's arrival with
genuine relief. "They bolted when we got down to take a drink, and
we were getting ready for a long walk.
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